Dirty old town...

I met my love by the gasworks wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town, dirty old town...

Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Springs a girl from the streets at night Dirty old town, dirty old town...

I heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire I smelled the spring on the smokey wind Dirty old town, dirty old town...

I'm going to make me a big sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire I'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, dirty old town...

I met my love by the gasworks wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town, dirty old town...

a song from Northern England

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